At the Mercy of Tiberius by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans
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"Why? Because in violation of my wishes she had persisted in writing, and soon began to importune me for money. Then I made her understand that even at my death, she would receive no aid; and since that endorsement, I have returned or destroyed her letters unread. My Will is so strong--has been drawn so carefully--that no contest can touch it; and it will stand forever between your mother and my property." As he uttered these words, he elevated his voice, which had a ring of savage triumph in its harsh excited tones. Just then, a muffled sound attracted his attention, and seizing his gold-headed cane, he limped with evident pain to the threshold of the adjoining room. "Bedney." Receiving no reply, he closed the door with a violence that jarred the whole room; and came slowly back to the table, where he stood leaning heavily on his stick. "At least we will have no eavesdropping at this resurrection of my dead. That Ellice is now a miserable woman, I have no doubt; for truly: 'Quien se casa por amores, ha de vivir con dolores.' Of course you understand Spanish?" "No, sir; but no matter; I take it for granted that you intend some thrust at my mother, and I have heard quite enough." "Don't know Spanish? Why I fancied your--your 'exiled scion of a noble house'--taught all the languages under the sun; including that |
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